A Very Furry Christmas

"I think perhaps it would be more judicious to show you." Jason took her by the hand and led her towards his apartment building which was only a short walk from the arena. Not a word passed between them on the way there, yet the air between them crackled with electricity and anticipation.

This had been on the cards since Lydia hadn't been able to satisfy his needs. Caitlin was the only woman he wanted and if she was willing to experiment with the darker side of pleasure... His cock grew harder by the second.

If she could keep her smart mouth shut, she'd make a good submissive for him. Although, that spiky side of her would give him good reason to punish her and that was only a good thing. Right now, she was silent, her soft hand clutching at his, trusting him. Something primal woke inside him, yearning for that release only complete control over her body and soul would give him.

His hand shook as he put the key in the lock in the front door. He was literally trembling with excitement and the epic restraint it was taking not to strip her in the stairwell before they even crossed the threshold.

"Did you fuck her?" Caitlin's voice echoed in the hallway, her question making even more of an impact upon him.

"No. I did not." It was the truth. For the first time after a session with Lydia he hadn't had the same urge to have her the same way he'd enjoyed Caitlin earlier in the day.

She frowned at him. "Then I don't understand what you gained from choosing her over me."

It was an honest question which deserved an honest answer if they were to continue exploring the boundaries of their budding relationship. If this was going to work, they had to be in it together. Holding nothing back. "Absolutely nothing. That was the problem." He let her into the apartment, turning on the lights as they made their way inside.

Caitlin hung up her coat on a hook and he followed suit.

"Then why?" She clearly wasn't going to let it go until she had all of the details. At least she'd be going into this with her eyes fully opened.

"I thought she could give me something you couldn't. I was wrong." With Lydia no longer satisfying his alternative needs he would have to seriously consider training Caitlin in the ways which truly satiated his lustful appetite. "But I can't give you whatever it is you want either? Have you ever thought that you might just be the problem?" She folded her arms as she teased him, her eyes sparkling with the challenge.

The perfect response would've been to take her straight to his playroom and show her what it was he needed, what he expected from her. It would only frighten her away for good and he didn't intend to do that when she was showing an interest. All he could ask at this point.

"Perhaps, but you're still here, willing to hear me out so I must've done something to pique your interest more than your dislike of me."

"We'll see," she said with her chin tilted up, her body language understandably defensive and guarded.

He took her towards the room which would change her perception of him forever. It was all or nothing as far as he was concerned. If she decided this wasn't for her, he would have to end things after all. His throat was dry as he opened the door into his secret life and waited for her reaction.

The light was dim inside, but he could see the widening of her eyes as she took in the scene before her.

"Wow. What's this, your tannery?"

That one did make him chuckle. He supposed there was enough leather to justify the comment. "This is where I entertain girls like Lydia."

"Girls like Lydia?" She bristled, her earlier playfulness disappearing at the mention of the perceived other women.

"I told you we were casual. I have one or two submissives who like to come and play." He knew it wasn't going to go down well but in the name of transparency he thought it necessary to be honest.

Caitlin walked over to the table where he had a variety of whips laid out. She picked one up and let the strip of leather fall over the back of her hand. "I'm trying to be open minded but I'm not taking part in orgies or thrupples or whatever might involve more than you and me. I have simple tastes."

It was a reminder that she had very vanilla appetites and a warning that he should probably forget this attempt to have his cake and eat it. Jason moved beside her and chose a small, simple flogger from the display.

"This one is better suited to someone new to the lifestyle. The tails are softer and kinder on your skin. You're not ready for the horse whip just yet, my love." He brushed it sensually across her decolletage, watching her eyes darken and her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her tunic. The fantasy of bending her over the bench and striping her naked backside suddenly didn't seem too out of reach. "Do you want to hurt me or not?"

"It's not that simple...I do get sexual pleasure from inflicting pain but only what you permit. We would have a safe word to protect you. Anything you weren't comfortable with you just tell me and I'd stop. It's for both of us to enjoy." As much as he wanted that pain, he intended to give her pleasure too. Bringing her to the edge time and time again yet only letting her climax when he said so. That power, that control could bring him to orgasm simply by wishing it to be so. Caitlin took a turn around the room. It was dark, menacingly so, but at the same time also a setting for seduction. The various sex toys were meticulously laid out all around, she supposed so they were easy to find at the crucial moment. It reminded her of those trolleys surgeons used where the equipment was lined up to save time. The thought made her want to giggle though she knew that was not the appropriate response.

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Actually, she wasn't sure how he expected her to react. To scream and run in the opposite direction, or immediately offer herself up as some sort of sexual sacrifice? To be honest she was simply overwhelmed by everything. She'd come here to see it for herself because she still wanted to be with Jason. Thought she owed it to herself, and him, to at least do some research into the idea of his particular preferences. The sheer volume of devices, things hanging from the ceiling - all chains and leather and looking like they were made for torture - was intimidating. At least he was giving her the space to investigate for herself. If he'd insisted on showing her every individual item and its uses, it would've been too claustrophobic, too much for her to deal with. The fact he was leaving it down to her to decide the next step was a positive note in his favor.

A massive bed dominated the room so there was no mistaking the focus of the ultimate goal. This was all about sex. She'd be lying if she said he wasn't the best lover she'd ever had. That should've been reason enough for her to agree to anything. Yet her sense of self-preservation overrode even her libido at this moment.

She thought of the sheer brutal strength she'd seen him use against his hockey opponents and shuddered. He could probably snap her like a twig in two if he chose to. Yet he hadn't thus far, so she was likely safe enough from being dismembered.

"You're very quiet," he said softly from somewhere in the shadows.

"It's a lot to take in." Her voice came out shakier than she'd expected, and she realized how overwhelmed she was by everything.

"We don't have to do anything now."

"Good. I don't think I'm ready yet. I need to think things over." Tiredness suddenly seemed to overwhelm her, making her legs weak, and sending her mind spinning. She had to reach out to lean against the bedpost and steady herself.

"I think that's probably enough for tonight." Before she knew what was happening, Jason was stalking towards her. Right when she thought she was going to pass out at the dark look of intent on his face, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the room.